Amaze your friends!

In one sense the world really is constructed by language. But, as a poet, it would be fatal to assume that you are the generator of all this. What might be possible is to choreograph the language as it turns on itself, undermining its certitudes (and platitudes). One should do this as a kind of Buster Keaton balancing act, not assome untouchable oracle pronouncing doom from another world. It may be enough to slip gracefully on the banana peel that has been placed in your path, to throw out your arms and legs awkwardly in all directions and then (with a loopy expression) make a perfect soft landing on your kneepads.